Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-05-04

Nelly shudered and turned COLI

Nelly Shudered and turned cOiy.
mo, not a murder-not "a murder
if it can possibly be avoided. | hav,
shrunk from that for years-always, ,
said Gobblecock.
Nellie could not put her fingers int
her ears again. Should she scream ou
loud9 Should she fall down with bans
on the floor?
'sIt is rather a horrid idea,'' sait
Hubert, rejecting ''But | shall havt
no horrors! 1t shall be poisoning-ol
drowning, if / could manage taking
him abroad and doing some boating
perhaps he might be lured into a Med
iteranean falucco."
Every good" said the other.
THAT man is il monsterl'' thought
Nelly. ''HubeIt is excited, but he i.
cold. He is goading Hubert on, anC
pretending to think i'll of it,
II mean to put some money In m,
pocket, can tell you!' said Hubert
Il want you to put Inc up TO the lega
formalities of arranging the will. For
gerry is rather worked out, but don't
see anything else.''
''If | were you" said Gobblecock, 90.
should send the old man to lunatic
asylum, and
More and more Nelly was like Argen
tina, she had tried gliding and hiding
and had stepped into the middle of al
ENHANCEMENT of crime and mystery
She knelt down wringing her hands.
Il shall make him lunatic at large, >
said Hubert.
VERY well; then stop at that. Over
excltement-piling on the agony
altogether mistake. | don't like TIN
idea of murder, but shall gladly pro
vide you with all the information abou-
the will. To avoid horrors, L shoulc
get rid of the old man into lunatit
asylum, | am not sanguine, but | wisf
you luck, my lad; and plots of this kline
have succeeded before now, though
tell you it is not to my taste
There was pause of smoking and o.
choking for Nelly, who had sunk on the
floor. Then that horrible monster Cob
blecock said, And the girls it to h
Nelly?" She could hear the laugh i'll hi.
voice, rs if he had made Shrewd guess
"What is to become of herr"
Hubert hesitated ''Ought she eveI
to know who the murderer iS?"
Miss Fairfield?''
Nelly had not: Mary had suggested
it, and she had rejected it rs too unro-
BY this time the poor heroine, who
WAS just like Argentina, felt rs if the
human heart-that Argentina had moi
were being smashed by q blow and
torn in two. Hubert, the man whom
she had begun to love AID trust, wa,
loaded with guilty secrets-a villain OF
the deepest dye. 1t was Gobblecock thai
had ruined him-of course, it was Cob.
bIecock who had done all the mischief
Gobtlecock was an unmitigated mon.
ster. Nelly screamed out loud-a shrill
piercing scream, that rang through
every lamp and glass. and echoed as il
the ground itself had shrieked, till wall.
and ceilings thrilled with it.
Nelly came to her senses lying on
couch in the drawing-room, surrounded
10y the whole household. She was afraid
of Gobblecock, who was gently tanning
her-the monster! And she shrank
from Hubert, who was so glad to SEE
one conscious look in her eyes, PooI
Hubert, She buTst into tears at th.
sight OF him. That villain of the deep
est dye! Had lie not brought 'ou
friend from London" to be a conspira.
tor, a plotter of dark deeds?
Nelly wanted TO speak to Mary. The
others were all sent away; and to Mary
she told all the escapade: how she had
slipped into a thrilling situation just
like Argentina in "a Dead Mystery,
and Mary interrupted her 10y saying
quietly, Hubert is writing a story
His friend is writer from London
You dear little goose they were only
planning the book. Hubert's friend i.
correspondent for a foreign paper. You
saw him ut his letter last night. And
he has written stories. 'Brightley Court
is his. He put our home in that-and
even poor little me. You need not
make your eyes bigger, Nelly"
"Oh, Mary! will Hubert ever forgive
me?''
'Poor villain of the deepest dye.
He will never ask you to be the heroine
of dead mystery again."
'But, Mary, did you say that-that-
that big man-wrote 'Brightley Court?
You are Ruth!-I know it-you are
Ruth?"
.'He imagines so. He is Hyacintl
Grey. But you look frightened"
Ruth will marry Hyacinth Greyl'
Nelly gasped.
II do admire him from my heart,
said this calculating heroine; but |
must show my little pearl ring. Harry
rave IL in me Tonight ~
Alasl let Shakespeare say what he
will, there is something in a name. Not
even Juliet's love would have sutficed if
she had lived in these days, and if Ro-
meo's name had been Gobblecock.